Heart Fragment

The Secret Revealed

"Hosh..hosh.hosh!! Mas Rahman, he's.at ugd." Devan. His stammered voice and expression of panic were like giving a bad premonition.

"Mas Rahman, why?" I thoughtlessly put my foot out. Worried about Rahman.

Wasn't he okay? Didn't Devan come home?

Ah I don't know, the most important thing is that I can confirm Rahman's condition. Really, I don't want anything to happen to her.

Grab!

"Sir," someone's voice and the pull of his hand stopped me.

"Mas Rahman?"

"Where are you? Why rush?" Rahman was confused. Especially me?

"Why isn't it, right? It's all right, right?" I hold Rahman's face. Checking the body temperature is also the case.

"Mas is okay. From just waiting here while looking at the fish." Mas Rahman pointed to a small pond on the doorstep of the Rose room, where Malika's room was located.

"So Devan said..." I can no longer speak. Seeing Rahman is fine. Makes me very happy. And subconsciously hugged my husband tightly in a public place. With tears flooding both cheeks.

"Decks, look at people." Mas Rahman tried to let go of the embrace.

"What's the deck, he said earlier to say important with Malika? Why are you now left out?" Rahman asked again.

"So said Devan, Rahman in ugd, '" I answered briefly.

"Ugds?"

"Dad ihh ugd."

Rahman was confused. I'm confused too. Looks like we need Devan's explanation.

"So I met Devan. He's back, he says something's missing."

"Ish, come on Mas. I need an explanation. What does it mean to try!" rutukku annoyed. While walking hurriedly back into Malika's room.

Not yet we entered the hospital room, I saw Devan walking out.

"Devan!" I'm yelling. Even seem a little snapping. I feel like nagging him.

"What the fuck are you trying?" I'm full of emotion. Almost exploded if not held by Rahman's hand.

"Sorry," he said flatly as he walked away.

Whats? after making me almost hanged. He just said sorry? I haven't even got an explanation. And he had already disappeared behind the walking crowd.

"Already, come on, deck."

I saw Malika's eyes. Looks like she's been crying. He was quiet too. No longer discussing what was said.

"Sir," he called slowly.

"Dad?"

"Sorry."

* * * * *

Sometimes something we do not know in time will reveal itself. And sometimes, the buried past no longer needs to be reopened. Because if it is a matter of the heart, there will be many scratches that are injured.

Life goes ahead. Not going backwards. The fate of life has also been laid out. If God wills, it is the best decision for us.

Luckily, I have a husband who always reminds me of kindness. Even though the name is human, it does not escape there must be mistakes.

Mas Rahman, the man whom God gave to be a companion to life. It taught me the true meaning of love. Although everything is still in process. Especially a heart that has to adjust.

Love for Rahman. Growing with the seeds that have been planted. The sacred bond of marriage, it is not necessary to collapse only because of the temptation of the former.

In the end I know, if Devan used to send me a letter. But then it was held back because there was a wounded heart there. Mbah Kakung accidentally heard Devan say, if he just wanted to play around with me. Although his intentions were then sincere but God had given his own way. The letters never reached my hands.

Then if it's revealed, will it change the situation? the destruction of the reed of the foundation of the household based on faith, built by the sacred promise of marriage.

Know that infidelity will only happen if the seductive and the tempted are both in the same hole. That's why remembering every couple's kindness is the best way to maintain the integrity of the household.

* * * * *

"Bundaaa.." The voice of the little girl broke the silence of the night.

He was still afraid of the thing called darkness. He has already stepped on five years. And from childhood has been accustomed to sleep at night in the state of lights out.

"Well, this child is always just like every father is with his mother again twos," I heard Rahman complaining about his daughter's behavior.

I shuffled down the bed, towards my girl's room next door. After first fixing the hair and clothes.

"Love wants to poke with Dad" said my little daughter as soon as I brought her into the room.

"But yesterday it was a week with Dad," Rahman tried to give an explanation.

Love still shakes. He did not want to separate from his father. The more tightly hugged in the arms of Rahman.

Rahman looked at me as if begging for help. His gaze was sad, hoping I would persuade Love to sleep in his room. I was getting upbeat, enjoying his expression.

"Mas, the war is a holiday first well," I said while laughing evilly at Rahman.

He seems to be back in frustration.